Hard on the outside, like bark. Tender on the inside, like leaves. Mmm. Chew, chew, chew. Beaver-Kitten-Nory gnawed through four of her father’s books.

Then she bit through the legs of her father’s solid oak desk.

Next she chewed off a section of her father’s favorite armchair. She dragged fluff and wood into the guest bathroom and built a small beaver lodge under the sink. Then she sharpened her kitty claws on the carpet and used a pile of ripped-up pages for a litter box.

It was awesome. She was awesome. She, Beaver-Kitten-Nory, felt better than she had in weeks!

Until the Nory part of her remembered the Big Test. Which was tomorrow. Which she would fail, no doubt about it, if she turned into a bitten instead of a kitten.